Portrait

I wish I could paint a picture with music
To show you the fantasies inside.
Parisienne lace, water cold against my skin,
Cotton flowers,
They always elude me, no matter how hard
I try.

To convey the sweeping strokes of a
Portrait of
Flowers burning in the night air;
A girl dancing with flowers in her hair...

Gothic romance, religious books,
Rustles and bustles and coal-black rooks.
"Nevermore" shall I write
Just to sate my appetite
For my unreachable, unavoidable
Pleasure for leisure.
It's a goal I strive for...forever...